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Tuesday, 8 January 2013

Buttons




Buttons

A supplement to something that I wrote last year about the joy of success –


Learning and development

How pedagogic specifics bear upon upbringing developments

Spreading joy

In that earlier posting I wrote about the joy of a little girl learning to do up the button at the top of her trousers. This joy spread throughout the group, at home and over many days. This success had a domino effect and started a renewed spiralling in all our lives.

Later I thought about that child’s future and about what changes that resolved problem will make to how she lives her life. Having a button to do up without turned to the trusty Velcro, and therefore having learnt to do it up by herself, means that as an adult she will be able to choose freely what trousers, skirts shirts and jackets she can buy. She will not always have to pay someone to alter her clothes. Hopefully she will never have to change buttons to Velcro and rarely have to compromise on her choice because of a lack of motor skills.

We could have asked her mother to use Velcro or to buy her trousers with an elastic waistband but we did not. Many of the non-disabled children in the Kindergarten have buttons and they all run and ask us at some time during the day for help to undo them or do them up, until they solve the problem with our help.

I have often considered things that have occurred to me since that previous posting. One question that I have asked is why alter her trousers now when she is only five-years old and learning fast? Why lay down a need to alter them in the future when we can encourage her to learn something now, something that she can achieve, and in the process of learning this develop so much more? Why should we miss out of this valuable step in a wider learning equation?

This is not specifically a question of a button on the trousers but of something more general and more important, the personal change in this child, her motivation to learn, the relationship that she is building up with me and other conductors as she blossoms, and about all the other new things that she can now do in her joy of learning and achieving.

I have considered all the skills that have that have developed since, that need her to concentrate and to look. Because she has now learned this very difficult task of buttoning her trousers, she looks more often at her hands, she uses her left hand more and she is so happy because she has learnt something that she wanted to do it. She continues to learn things through life and play each and every day, affording her more independence and bringing her such joy. Far, far more than doing up a button, this little girl is blossoming, and this is in itself also a part of huge developments at this stage in her upbringing. She listens and talks and helps others and smiles a lot.

That is the biggest behavioural change: she now smiles a lot.

A paragraph from a life

There may be good reasons why a child is not given alternative means, not given an easier option, like an elastic waistband instead for example. If we as conductors thought that she could not achieve, or it was psychologically harmful for her to try, then we would not try to teach her.

This little girl is very young, she will be going out into the world disability one less signal disability. In the future she will not need to have her clothes altered because we did not teach her to do up a button. That button is just a paragraph, not the whole story.

Other children

How important it is for this little girl to be like the other children in the Kindergarten and have a button on her trousers, and be able to do it up. Of course, if she were fifteen and could still not do it up, that would perhaps be different, and need to be rethought and approached differently. Now at five, though, she does not feel any different in her group, there are non-disabled four- and five-year olds who still ask for help with their clothes. Now through her success she feels very special, just as her peers do in their turn.

The whole group has celebrated with her. This gives her far more than taking half a year longer to do up a button takes away from her. It also gives her the opportunity to do so many other things now that she has learnt it, all with the knock-on effect of more praise from us and more acknowledgement from the disabled and the non-disabled children that she is doing so well.

She really is a very happy little girl at the moment. Giving her an elastic waist or Velcro fastenings on her trousers would have removed many of the moments that are making her happy, because there would be many things that she still could not do.
 
Since learning this skill she is much more conscious of her hands, she has to look at her hands to achieve this success. Learning to direct her eyes on something means that she is now able to look at us when she speaks to us and at her friends and at their toys while they play.
 
Has there been a 'price' for of not being able to do up a button till now? She is still just five. There are four- year-olds in the Kindergarten have had elastic trousers until recently who also ask for help with the button. They are not hemiplegic and have no motor disorder, they just have not been taught. Nobody comments that they take long or wonder why they cannot use scissors or a knife and fork. They will learn when they are taught. Do we ask what price they pay for having to ask us to do up the button? I always consider the gain for these littlies from the contact and the learning experience in those few seconds it takes to help, not of any price paid.

And by the way, using Velcro can be difficult too in my experience and does not always encourage hand-eye coordination and two-handed movements. Elastic-waist trousers present more difficulty when tucking in vests and shirts. All these are skills to learn, all appropriate clothes and fastenings in their place but not as a replacement for learning to do up a button when that skill is learnable.

Older…

An older client of mine has tried Velcro but he does not want his lovely trendy jeans messed about with, he does not wish to be different. He wants to do up his buttons so we continue learning it. He is twenty-two years old now and sometimes he manages it and is as thrilled with this as the five-year-old is. (When he cannot manage it he discretely asks someone to do it for him. He has a belt that he can always do up himself so he is secure in the knowledge that his trousers will not fall down if the button is left open.)

Where there is a will there is a way. These happy souls continue learning.

...and younger

My own little niece is nearly three. She cannot do up a button on her trousers yet. She will be able to before school I expect, because she will want to do so, so she does not have to ask someone, just like our little girl wanted to learn so she no longer needed to ask and it was important to give her that opportunity.

What a happy little button-girl we have in our group, it is no wonder with so many hugs and so much praise.

I myself was already at school when had to find out the hard way. I remember it well. I had to go to the toilet, in the cold outside (the last time, I think, that I ever went to the toilet at school), I was about four or so. The teacher said she would come and help me but she did not come, I expect she forgot. I remember wandering around in the half-covered area in the dreary autumn cold, lost. When the teacher eventually arrived I had by then done my clothes up myself. No praise received for that success, just a telling-off because I was lost. I probably did not even say anything at home about that huge step in my upbringing. I would have been too afraid to but it would have been noticed, I am sure.
 
I am sure that we do better than that.

Sunday, 9 September 2012

The teams around us all




Upbringing

Some people talk about the team around the child. They are usually talking about the team around the child with disability.

All children need a team around them and all adults too, whether disabled or not.

Yesterday was a day when I realised once again how lucky I am to have been involved in the team around a few very special children, now young adults, and as a result of being a part of their teams I have some very special people in my own team in Germany too!

Let me tell you the stories!

When I first arrived in Germany the first friends that I made all had children of a similar age to my sister’s children. As with my sister’s children I also had a role to play in the upbringing of the children of my new friends. Over the years these friends became my German family. In one case the child, already a young adult asked whether I could help with conversational English and I ended up becoming very good friends with his mother.

Time is the essence

I work with children but I have no children of my own, I am an artist, I speak English better than German and, in those first years in Germany, I had less work than I have now.

I am interested in children, I often had, and still have some spare time, I have shelves stacked with boxes full of arty/crafty materials, I had a video camera and even clay and a kiln, and I had a small studio in the garden. I also speak a language that the German children were just discovering. They soon began to realise its importance in their lives, especially when they began to use computers. So they liked to speak English with me and still do. We played scrabble with an English board too.

In turn the children loved helping me to learn their language and, as they got older, I helped them with their Abitur projects, learning a lot about film, wild horses, and Nürnberg's win city of Glasgow. I think that I proof-read at least five Abitur English projects in the late 1990s and early 2000s.

These children who played such an important role in my life are now all in their late twenties. Four of them will be thirty at their next birthday. Yes, that makes me feel old but it also gives me so much pleasure when I realise that I still have regular contact with some very special young people who always include me in the special events in their lives –
I was the only person asked to speak at my nephew’s wedding
I am often invited along with scores of young people to attend birthday parties
A young German man is involved, through his business, with the production of my books
My niece phoned me recently to make sure that I could get time off to attend her mid-week wedding next month, and I think there will be one or two more wedding invitations to come.
The special relationships that have developed with these young people have certainly contributed to the continued friendship that I have with their parents and their siblings, and I am so grateful for this. It makes a return to Germany so much easier when I know that I have family here too.

I have just had a very good reason for returning to Germany a few days earlier than I would normally have done before work starts on Monday. One of these special children in my life had invited me to her wedding.

I had no idea where I was going after I left the railway station

I followed the route that I had memorised from Googling 
earlier in the day

What a lovely surprise I got 
after just a five-minute walk

And it got better...

... and better!

A very happy day for all

There was a special moment during the reception when the bridal pair asked guests to stand up if they could answer Yes to any of the questions on their long list. They would then take this opportunity to introduce the standing guests to the rest of the party. I rose to the question “Who takes part in more sporting activity than they watch?”

As I do not attend a football match each Saturday and do not own a television I decided that this was my time to stand up, because of my daily twenty-kilometers to and from work by bike – although I felt a bit of a cheat because, while I was at home in England over the past eleven days, I spent a lot more time watching the Paralympic Games, both live on TV and live in person,  than I have riding a bike!

The groom began the introduction by saying that he had met Susie at his wife’s house often, ever since he had known the family, but had never known quite why I was there! The bride took over and she told our story and described the hours that we had spent together while her dad shared some hours making music with my partner,and she and I were creative together. I then had the opportunity to tell the others how she and her family became my German family and how very grateful I am that I have them.

It is a privilege to be part of an upbringing-team

It was the first wedding that I have attended where the guests have been introduced in this way. Not only did we get to know the people sitting opposite us rather faster than we would have done otherwise, it was also an opportunity for these newly-weds to tell everyone about the special roles that their guests had played in their upbringing and their developing lives. It also gave us, the guests, the opportunity to voice our appreciation for being allowed to take an active part in their lives.

This family again welcomed me back with open arms to the country where I choose to live. With the wedding as part of the welcoming party I was soon back into the German culture and language, and my lifestyle.

The cake culture!

I have never seen such a huge array of cakes as I saw at the wedding yesterday. 

Cakes ...

... glorious

... cakes!

And still they kept on coming!




Coffee and cakes – you cannot get much more German than that. The cakes that were on display yesterday, all created by the guests, were a treat for any creative eye, whether you enjoy eating them or not.

The mums and dads of the bride and groom where so well organised. They had anticipated that there would be cake-leftovers so there were cake-bags all ready to hand as the guests said their thank-yous and goodbyes.

Afternoon tea in my own household today will include a slice of that amazing homemade (by an auntie and cousins), wedding cake! As I drink my English tea and eat my German cake I shall be reminded of  those upbringing- and lifestyle-teams that are so important to us all.

Footnote: the Abitur

The Abitur is the German school-leavers' exam, covering all subjects and including three special ones. In some cases the special projects can be done in English if the pupil chooses. 

Tuesday, 8 May 2012

Upbringing and flowers




Presents for friends

Recently I spend five Euros on some flowering plants as a small present for my friend. She can plant them in her garden or in pots on her large patio. I had not seen this friend for a long time and I wanted to bring her something that would last, and plants for the garden are always a hit with her, just as they are with many of my friends.

Presents for myself

On the way home from work on Friday I took my time. It was warm, still twenty-five degrees at six in the evening, with no wind. I stopped every now and then to pick some of the hedgerow flowers. 

Once, last year, I counted over twenty different species of flower as I whizzed along the cycle track! Unfortunately I could name them all only in English. I know only a few of the names in German and Hungarian but many of their English names are embedded in my memory since childhood when their strangeness evoked such wonderful images in my mind. Toadflax was always a favourite, with ragged-robin, old-man’s-beard and dog-rose all following close behind, probably because of their association with other living creatures.

Upbringing

This morning as I looked at those flowers that I had picked for myself I thought about the peaceful minutes in the evening sunshine after work that I had spent collecting them, I also pondered on the nice hours that I had spent with my friend. Then I started to think about upbringing. I thought about upbringing in general and about my own upbringing and how it influences my work and, of course, my private life.

It is what I do. It is how I was brought up!

I picked flowers from the hedgerows for myself because that is what I do. 

I have always picked wild flowers; and now I own the vase in which my Grandmother always placed my offering of red-dead-nettle, the only flower that grew between our house and hers! 
My sister always used to tell me to hurry along and stop picking weeds. I never did hurry and I never arrived empty-handed!

When my Mum was alive she always placed her own special vase on the kitchen window sill, ready for my arrival, and now my Dad does the same once he had learnt that that is what I like to do.

Mum knew that soon after my arrival I would make my first walk in the garden and soon there would be a few daisies, a buttercup, a bluebell or even red-dead-nettle, beaming at her from her vase as she washed the dishes! She knew because that is what I do, that is what she taught me to do, to pick wild flowers! 

Mum not only taught me how a few wild flowers in the right vase look really pretty, she also taught me all their names, she taught me which ones were rare and should not be picked, and she taught me not to go mad, to pick all of them sparingly.

And that is what I do!

At home there was always an abundance of flowers, potted plants, seedling, little trees, and fruit, vegetables and wine made from homemade produce. There was always something at hand to wrap in a newspaper and take somewhere as a present. 

In my house there are paintings and handmade crafty things to take with me as gifts when I visit, but since I no longer have a garden there are no more plants or fruit and vegetable. 

That is why I sometimes spend a few Euros to buy my friend something for her garden.
It is what I like to do. That is how I was brought up!

What about my clients?

Do the children I work with collect wild flowers on the way to visit their grandmother? Do they grab a bunch of flowers from the garden to take to the Auntie or a neighbour who has a birthday? Do they learn the strange names of what my sister calls weeds, or smell the peculiar earthy smells on their fingers having picked them?

Perhaps some of them do, perhaps some of them like my sister, are not interested.

Perhaps some on them cannot for some reason but would really love to. Or perhaps they would really like help to do something else that was a natural part of my growing up but not theirs. Things like playing trains, swinging on a swing, looking at insects in the grass or the fish in the pond.

It is helping children in my groups to experience the sort of things that they perhaps otherwise would not get to know about, that makes all the hard work worthwhile. It is such a joy to see their faces as the box containing the toy train comes out, of the cupboard or when we all crawl around on the grass looking for a sign of life amongst what at ground level looks like a rainforest.

I hope one day when they are adults these children will also be able to say when involved in some favourite activity – 

‘That is what I like to do, it is how I am.

‘It is because of my upbringing.’